Sunday, January 11, 2015

I never kept sheep, But it is as if I did keep them My soul is that of a shepherd, It knows the sun and the winds. And walks hand in hand through seasons To follow and to hear. All the peace of Nature without people Comes to sit beside me. But I get sad like a sunset In our imagination, When the cold falls on the plains And we feel the night coming Like a butterfly through a window.

But my sadness is calming Because it is natural and just And is that should be in the soul When it knows it already exists And the hands pick flowers without the soul noticing it.